Tonight Lord, we pray for our stay-at-home mamas, whose work is often overlooked and sometimes, undervalued. This mama is home with her babies day and night. She is not given a lunch break, as she is always punching the clock. The hard work that she consistently puts into her child(ren), at times gets tiring. She is tired Lord. At times, she feels breakable. Please be with this mama Lord. We ask You Lord, that You bless her hands. Please show this mama how loved and appreciated she truly is Lord. We ask that You please bring her the strength and fortitude to keep moving forward. We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen ♡
Happy Tuesday y’all!
So, let’s talk Mother’s Day mamas. . . And, let’s be really, really real.
My Mother’s Day definitely did not play out as I had expected. Did yours?
Throughout all of the years of waiting. . . Waiting for my husband to get home after the end of a long week of traveling, waiting for him to come home after months of training, I have found that the hardest part of the waiting game comes just days before their arrival. The excitement, the expectations. . . They all start to build up.
Just a lil’ background info for y’all: My husband was on a weekend flight this past weekend, and so Brooklyn Meadow, Lemon, and myself enjoyed a girl’s weekend in. Filled with pizza dates and tiny adventures, we had greatly anticipated the return of our knight in shining armor.
My mind had switched over to fantasy mode, and I began to enter a dream-like state. In my head, I had dreamt up the perfect outfit, the perfect hello, the perfect kiss. In my head, I could see him running to me and engulfing me in a full embrace. I pictured him holding me tight, never wanting to let go. A day filled with sharing stories and stealing kisses. Can y’all tell I am a dreamer or what?
So, on Sunday when I had received the “OK” to leave for the airport, my mind went into overdrive. My handsome husband in his flight suit was going to walk off the runway, run to me and hold his girls tightly. We were going to spend the afternoon brunchin’, drinking mimosas on the patio overlooking cornfields. We would spend the rest of the evening as a family, on a walk, relaxing, appreciating one another.
“Hey babe? Can we go home so that I can change out of my flight suit?” *Cue Brooklyn Meadow crying, crankily anticipating a nap in the backseat*
My fairytale began to unravel as we got closer and closer to home.
I was discouraged, disappointed, upset.
Needless to say, after getting home, we spent the remainder of the day inside quietly, as my husband napped.
Was I mad as hell? Yes. At him. At the situation. The day. Myself. Yes.
And here is why I love writing so dang much. Because writing has and had allowed me to reflect on the situation. It allows (and had allowed) me to see my written perspective against a blank, unbiased canvas. Without my mind interrupting, I can (and did) truly mediate and reflect on my situation.
My husband didn’t “ruin” my Mother’s Day. I didn’t ruin it. No one ruined it. It just didn’t turn out as I had expected.
I, simply, in the midst of dreaming, had lost sight of my reality.
In my dream-like state, I failed to factor in that my husband worked hard and long hours all weekend. He was physically and mentally exhausted. He had an early morning and a set of flights to prepare for the next day. I, on the other hand, was running on very little sleep and as a result was irritable and on edge.
Often, we brew expectations in our mind automatically and subconsciously. We simply cannot help it.
In the end gals, we should never release ourself from knowing our self-worth and carrying forth what we know and believe we deserve. And although our expectations form suddenly and without warning, we must learn to separate our fairytale expectations from reality. Hold up – I am not saying stop dreaming! No, no, no. We must just be mindful. At the end of the day, life is going to pan out the way it is supposed to pan out ♡
Ultimately y’all, God’s (the Universe’s, whomever or whatever you believe in’s) expectations for our life are sometimes different than our expectations for our life.
So, just ride the wave. Be thankful. Practice gratitude. Give yourself a little grace. It is okay that you aren’t always super mindful of your blessings in the heat of the moment. Forgive yourself. Allow yourself to grow from it. #glowup
And sometimes, you just need to sit back, relax, have a little Tito’s and let life happen.
Much love –
Tonight Lord, we pray for the mamas who never feel as if there is enough time in a day. They constantly are in fight or flight mode, whether they be caring for their children, their spouse, and/or their loved ones. Time for themselves becomes obsolete, and in their free moments, they find themselves left with guilt at the thought of using that time for themselves. Be with these mamas Lord. Show them that they too, need to practice self-care. That they too, need a break, a relaxing moment, a recharge. Be with these mamas Lord. Tonight, tomorrow, and everyday. In Jesus’ name, Amen ♡
Tonight Lord, we pray for all who suffer from anxiety. Whether it be sporadic and ever-flowing. In and out like the waves. Or, drowning and completely crippling. May all those suffering from anxiety Lord, meet their every fears with faith. May they turn their anxious-ridden thoughts over to your Lord. May they be mamas, papas, grandmamas, grandpops. Just let them know Lord that you are ever present. That you alone are the holy one, you alone are the most high.
Embrace all of those suffering Lord, and allow them to sleep easy tonight and every night. We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen ♡
Good afternoon y’all!
If any of you saw my short post, “Busy 🐝,” that I had posted late last night, I just wanted to apologize for my lack of spelling efficiency and the great bunch of grammatical issues that lie within the few strings of sentences that I had posted. (It has since been edited . . .) HA! My inability to miss a day of writing, the promise that I had made to myself weeks back, surely shows y’all my dedication to this online journal, blog, whatever you wanna call it.
Anyways, today I thought I would talk about being present. I was inspired by a Pin that I had saw on Pinterest late last night. The image is super simple in nature, but truly, it had presented to me in such a powerful way. The following image can be found on Pinterest, just click here!
From my previous entries, y’all probably would assume that I am a super optimistic, ever-present individual. Although that is true, this is not my constant reality. For further insight, ask the man that lives with me, my hubby!
Personally, and again, in my opinion, it is nearly impossible to be present in each and every moment, each and every day. We are only human.
Again, don’t get me wrong, most days I am the super free-spirited, carefree, and ever-present girl that I had grown up being. Example: Watching our daughter turn our kitchen into a dairy bar gone wrong as she tries to feed herself frozen yogurt. My husband cringing at the sight of FroYo flying everywhere. I, on the other hand, can be seen laughing in pure delight. Seeing her try new things, seeing her learn/grow, and plain ol’ simple seeing her happy, blocks out any/all worries that may enter my mind. I can tell y’all a million similar stories, but overall, I guess you can just say that I have an eye for finding beauty in the chaos. Simply, thriving in the super raw, messy moments of life.
Now, on the other hand, for some reason the overwhelming feeling, the actual power, that my laundry list of to-do’s has over me is unreal! My daily laundry list of to-do’s, this is what I find to remove me from the present moment. Why? Not sure. I simply just chalk it up to: “It is, what it is.”
Take a moment to reflect on what exactly removes you (at times) from the present moment.
However, it is during these moments, when I begin to feel overwhelmed and frustrated, that I re-center myself and re-focus on the present. The laundry can get done later, if not later, tomorrow. The dishes? Same. Writing? Tonight. If not, adapt. Write while rocking her to sleep.
What I am more or less trying to say here you guys, is that we are human. It is extremely natural to feel overwhelmed. To feel as if we have wasted time in the past, because we weren’t as present as we should or would have liked to have been. Don’t work yourself up over it! Even if you are mindful (like myself) of being present, you are still going to have days where you off on some other island, where you should instead be focusing on the here and now. Don’t beat yourself up. Just be mindful.
Cus’ honey, in the end, that moment ain’t never comin’ back.
Have a wonderful rest of your day loves!
XO, ACD ♡🦋